Rachel: What's the matter? You afraid I'm gonna get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
Frank: No, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to run with you.
Rachel: You afraid I might get picked off in my snazzy running suit?
Frank: No, I'm afraid that I might have to jog with you.
Rachel: So, can we get you anything?
Frank: Yeah, orange juice.
Rachel: Straight?
Frank: Aw, Christ, I told you why! I - I can't protect you like this.
Rachel: So that's it for me? That's it?
Frank: Yeah.
Rachel: Well, I don't believe it!
Frank: Well, you can live with it, or you can fire me.
Rachel: But I can't fuck you.
Rachel: And you're ready to die for me?
Frank: It's the job.
Rachel: And you'd do it? Why?
Frank: I can't sing.
Rachel: [sees her son, Fletcher, getting into a boat] You know, Fletcher can't swim very well.
Herb Farmer: I guess he'd better stay in the boat, then.
Frank: [after Nicki kisses him] You're a lovely woman.
Nicki Marron: But you don't want me. I'm surprised. Thorough fellow like yourself. Why stop at one sister when you could have fucked them both?
Frank: I make my mistakes.
Nicki Marron: But you didn't say no to the boss.
Sy Spector: Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service.
Frank: That's right.
Sy Spector: Ever guard the main man?
Frank: I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan.
Sy Spector: Reagan got shot!
Frank: Not on my shift.
Frank: [shakes the weathered intercom speaker] Frank Farmer to see Miss Marron.
Intercom voice: [static hiss] What?
Frank: Alexander Graham Bell, to see Miss Marron.
Intercom voice: You got an appointment?
Frank: Yeah... the atomic number of zinc is thirty.
Intercom voice: All right.
[gate opens to let Frank enter]
Rachel: Well, you don't look like a bodyguard.
Frank: What'd you expect?
Rachel: Well, I don't know, maybe a tough guy?
Frank: This is my disguise.
Frank: We're adding to your duties. You're my new assistant.
Henry: Says who?
Frank: Henry, I've spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I've found one thing to be true - no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there's always one person who always gets hit.
Henry: Who?
Frank: The cocky black chauffeur.
Woman in Green: [approaching Frank] I've been watching you all night from across the room.
Frank: Why don't you go back there. Keep watching.
Fletcher 'Fletch' Marron: What are you afraid of?
Frank: I'm af - I'm afraid of not being there.
Rachel: Will you grab that jacket for me? The red one, please?
Frank: I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop.
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